I’m spending the evening with a film I’ve always wanted to see: Breaking Away. Released in 1979, it’s a story of a small town teen obsessed with cycling and Italian. His working-class father doesn’t get it. I’m only 30 minutes in, but a hilarious moment of synchronicity compels me to stop eating my dinner and write here. Here’s the scene’s transcript:
(In the dining room, the wife is sitting at the table and the husband is standing over his plate.)
Husband: What is this?
Wife: It’s, um, sauteed zucchini.
Husband: It’s I-tie food!I don’t want no I-tie food.
Wife: It’s not. I -uh – I got it at the A&P. It’s like – uh- squash.
Husband: I know I-tie food when I hear it. It’s all them ini foods: zucchini and linguini and fettucini. I want some American food, dammit. I want french fries.
Wife: Oh get off the table, Fellini
Husband: That’s my cat! Name is Jake, not Fellini. I won’t have any ini in this house. (Turns to the cat) Your name is Jake, you understand?
Here’s what I was eating while watching the scene:
I’d mandolined some zucchine, and layered it in a baking pan with romano and parmigiano cheese, fresh basil and parsley (from my garden, which is still growing, believe it or not), and two beaten eggs. I baked it at 375 for 20-30 minutes and called it a homecoming meal. Since starting my new job in New York City, I really haven’t been cooking all that much. I have, however, been collecting photos. Here are a few: